Chapter 166
- Freya‘s pov.
- The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, wrapping the room in a golden haze. I was stirred from sleep by something far gentler than sound—Dorian's lips pressing feather-light kisses across my shoulder, then my neck, then my cheek.
- "Good morning, my love," he whispered, his voice thick with sleep and warmth. "Today, there’s no rush. No battles. Just us."